Draco's eyes widened as Callia led him into the new room. A smile formed on his face and he ran and flopped down onto the massive bed.
"This is awesome! How in Merlins name did you manage this? Dumblefuck actually let you do this?" Callia ran over and launched herself on the bed, and Draco only just managed to roll out of the way before she landed exactly where he had been laying.
"Nope!" she grinned, and Draco raised an eyebrow. "This castle Drake, it's really alive! It somehow sensed I was sad, and it spoke to me, asked what was wrong! I told her that I wanted a room with you and I imagined my room at home and this room suddenly appeared. And I think it's been made so only you and I can get in!"
Draco looked at the wonder shinning out of Callia's eye, and he could tell it was true, especially in this room made just for them. He could feel the castles pulsing magic, and smiled. How had he not noticed this before?
"Wow. This castle really is amazing!" Draco whispered, and he could have swore he heard a purr radiate from the walls.
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That night Draco, Callia - Tera wrapped her shoulders - and Pansy were laying on the massive bed in Draco and Callia's new room, which Pansy had nicknamed "TSR" (The Secret Room), for Dumbledore knew nothing about it. Callia had got the wards altered so Pansy could come into the room without either her or Draco.
The three were discussing what they were going to do over the Christmas break. Both Callia and Draco had invited Pansy over, so it didn't matter which manor she stayed in, for Callia and Draco went between Riddle and Malfoy manors as they pleased.
The girls in Callia's dorm room, the boys in Draco's, Pansy and Severus were the only people who knew of TSR. Callia was going to call her father on the two-way mirror and tell him just before she went to bed, not knowing if Severus had told him yet or not. The three talked until well after dark, then Pansy said goodnight and went into the girls dorm and Draco went into his dorm to have a muck around with his mates. Callia put Tera down by the fire and lit it before she pulled out the two-way mirror to contact her father.
"HELLOOOOOOOO!" Callia yelled, startling the Dark Lord. He was in the middle of a meeting, and quickly ducked out, leaving Bella to deal with the Death Eaters.
"Yes, brat?" Voldemort asked once he was out of earshot.
"Hi!" Callia ginned devilishly, and Voldemort sighed. Damn cheeky brat.
"Was there something you wanted?"
"Besides just wanting to talk to my father?" Callia said innocently, putting on a face that would melt even the coldest of hearts. Voldemort growled playfully, and then a twinkle appeared in his eyes.
"Are you alone?" when Callia nodded he continued. "Put the mirror on the bed and move back," The Dark Lord said before stepping through the mirror into his daughter's bedroom. Callia smiled and threw her arms around her father, while he looked curiously around the room.
"Umm, Cal? Since when did first-years get a room to themselves?" Callia looked up and smirked.
"The castle loves me!" Voldemort smiled, and moved to run his hands over the stone wall. Of course the castle loved Callia; she had loved him after all. Plus, Callia was the heir of Slytherin, so the castle would protect her anyway.
Callia flopped down onto the bed and her father moved to sit next to her. She told him all about the duel club, and gladly let him watch the memory. When he was done, Voldemort went over to sit in the chair by the fire and started hissing softly to Tera, asking questions about the Basilisk. Callia had already drilled Tera for information so she just ignored them, and went to get Draco.

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The Daughter Of The Dark Lord {harry potter fanfiction}
FanfictionRodophlus dies in a raid, and Bellatrix turns to her Lord for comfort - just not the type of comfort he had in mind... Enter Callia Riddle. This fic is sort-of AU, and does have at least one slash pairing, though it will not be the main focus. I own...